It began with an email between writers. A message of admiration received with surprise and humility.
It grew organically. A call and response song composed in dribbles of back-and-forth bytes.
It became a bizarre set of time and space commonalities.
A picture emerged in slow relief, first abstract, then impressionistic.
Would it become realistic…a photo…a high-resolution video? Or remain impressions.
Both complex; one static, one dynamic.
They perceived an under-current of cosmic purpose.
But what? And when? And how? And why?
Or… maybe it was just a shared fiction, cocreated.
There was the common pursuit, the interest in the words.
Then the strange coincidences temporal, geographic, musical.
An unarticulated connection bled through, a smashed berry of healing wounds on heavy bond paper.
But they sensed it came from more than the commonalities of time and space and taste.
It flowed from the words, raindrops falling from two storms, different clouds darkening the same sky.
The drops flowed, merged into a puddle of universal truth atop a mud fiction, the dank dirt of life.
Was it all coming from some unshared common experience, or the universe’s randomness?
Were they dark matter colliding in time and space with purposeful grace?
Or was it just the words between writers, started by a kind email…